The Flower Boat

 The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn
Under the hand of the village barber,
And her in the angle of house and barn
His deep-sea dory has found a harbor.


At anchor she rides the sunny sod
As full to the gunnel of flowers growing 
As ever she turned her home with cod
From George's bank when winds were blowing.


And I judge from that elysian freight
That all they ask is rougher weather,
And dory and master will sail by fate
To seek the Happy Isles together.

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